Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from New Zealand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pylon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Model 500,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.